Writer By The Ocean

You know that we have some great writers in this town of Ormond Beach. (I guess you get bored reading the same guy's stuff, namely me.) Check on line, Ormond Writer's league, and you'll find a pack of writers and their books... Let me start with Julie Eberhart Painter. She has a whole library of books on the market. Her latest is, KILL FEE, another one of her slick mysteries. Julie is an excellent writer. You'll find her writing is always polished and smooth and hard to put down... Then there's Charles Bertram.

Not bad, not bad at all. A little boring though. I really like the part where he kisses Hillary. I bet that got Bill a wad in his panties. Oops! I think that's Palin's line. The pres looked pretty good, but I noticed a little gray in his hair. May be worried about Mit... I kept waiting for him to attack the Republicans, but he was too busy trying to ask for 30% of millionaire's money. He'll get Mit one way or another...And I waited for him to mention the Keystone pipeline, but he was happy that we were getting a lot of natural gas, I think out of the ground. And locks!

Have you ever seen the TV commercials for a new medical drug? I really don't know how the hell they ever sell anything. First they tell you what the drug will do and how it could help you... Fine, but then they scare the heck out of you by saying the product may give you a heart attack or stroke, may cause bleeding in your bladder, swelling of the tongue and mouth, feelings of committing suicide, or your liver might fall out when you're having diarrhea or you might just dry-up and die... They're like saying, what ever you do, please don't buy my product.

Have you heard any good jokes or funny stories lately? ... Here's a good one, "I was having dinner in my cabin with this really curvy blonde chick when suddenly I heard a ruckus out on deck. I was going to help everyone out, but I tripped over an old lady and I fell into a lifeboat. Honestly!" ... Man, that's a ripe one! How about this one... "I have nothing to hide and I can't show you my taxes right now, but if you'll vote for me now and wait until April 17 when the cows come home I'll show them to you." And then there's... "I know Ronald Reagan. Reagan is a friend of mine.

Writing to me means to reach out for a welcoming hand from the great writers that I loved throughout my life. I'm not saying that I should be in the same class as they are, but just knowing the fact that they went through some of the same miseries as I had in receiving tons of rejection slips before success, makes me feel close to them. (Although, I'm beginning to hate the mailman) You get sort of a phobia from receiving so many rejections that when I'm out shopping, I get a feeling the clerk will reject my credit card or the bank teller will reject my checks.

Why is it that people who hang out their dirty laundry usually are wearing soiled pants or panties? In case you're dense about the news, I'm talking about Newt and his ex. Frankly, I could care less who said what about who, especially when there is one candidate that appears to be a clean pea in the pod. I'm patiently waiting for ABC and MSNBC to begin their dirt throwing charge at Rick S. Have we become such a foul society that our morals don't seem to matter in our leaders any more?... Well, that's enough already about politics. Makes you sick in the stomach, doesn't it?

Today my son and grandson are coming over to my house so I've written a little poem. I never cared much for writing poetry, but I've always been intrigued and envious of those that do. If you are as old as I am you know that poetry used to rhyme and it was easy for children to learn and recite. Seems that the poets hated children so much that they quit rhyming and began to free verse their lines. No body liked it at all when it first surfaced. The kids hate it. In fact, they hated it so much they invented Rap music and it is very popular.

Titanic sinks, oops! make that Costa Concordia strikes rocks and leans at 40 degrees in shallow water. It's been one hundred years since the Titanic went down. You'd think that modern technologies would have figured a way to make an ocean liner unsinkable or at least stay afloat for a few days. It's evident that neither the captain or crew or the passengers were ready for such an emergency. Where was the sonar? Where was the captain while an elderly couple was struggling to get out of their cabin? Oh, right! He was following procedures and drying his socks on shore.

I was asked today what I like to write about. Well, I've written some thriller novels, a YA novel, a science fiction novel, lots of short stories, and two children's novels. Oh, and I have a historical family saga which I'm still having trouble with the re-write. In fact. everything that I'm writing is in re-write. Starting to get hysterical instead of historical. I'd say I like children's stories best. After all, kids like stupid, silly riddles, and goofy corny jokes. They adore scary moments, lots of nonsense and way-out situations.

Got up, listened to the news that Obama wants to raise the debt limit by another trillion dollars. I felt a little queasy and needed some fresh air, but it was much too cold here in Florida to venture outside. If you live in Florida long enough you find that you really feel cold when the temperature is 70 degrees. Burrrrrrr! As I gazed out my sliding glass door, there they were, two of my neighbors cats doing what comes naturally to my bushes along the fence. I don't know about you, but that smell of cat urine makes me feel queasy.